What can I say? I’m a sucker for the shy, quiet types.

Payton grinned. “You must be Chase.” As she extended her hand in introduction, she took the opportunity to give him a more thorough once-over. He had dark wavy hair and warm brown eyes. Very Pat-rick Dempsey/McDreamy-esque. Good build, not terribly tall, maybe only five-ten-ish, but since Payton measured in at exactly five-three and one-third inch, she could work with this

You've met Nick?" "Yep, we've met, all right. He was kind enough to inform me that I have absolutely no say in whether you two date." "Well, you don't." "You know, you all could at least pretend that my opinion makes a difference.

The mighty have such simple weaknesses. I like to think it’s God’s way of keeping things fair.

Is that an invitation?” “I suppose it is.” “Good.” Cade’s voice dropped lower, adding one last thing before hanging up. “And tell your friend in the striped shirt that he’s in my seat.

You know, if you're trying to mark your territory, you could've just peed on me before I came over here and saved us both a lot of time!

His eyes held hers. “Because I knew, ten seconds after walking into this office and meeting you, that we had this in the bag.